. . . soccer season is over, I can breathe again.
. . . Brianna is coming for Thanksgiving, I am counting the days!
. . . these past couple of months I have turned into the world's laziest (or sleepiest?) housekeeper, I can't quit obsessing over the cobwebs on the ceiling fan and unfolded laundry in the basket in my room. And the floor in my dining room has a fine coating mimicking the consistency of flypaper. And the laundry pile in front of my washing machine is composed of 25% dirty laundry, 25% science project, 25% compost and 25% peat soil. But still I don't do anything about them.
. . . the ultrasound tech thinks one of the twins might be a girl, I keep referring to the both as "The Girls." I should stop doing that, especially considering my infamously horrible track record with ultrasound accuracy. (Thomas? Not twins. Alice? Not a boy.) Also, no verdict as to fraternal-ness vs identical-ity. We may not know until they make their grand entrance into the world.
. . . the Primary Program is coming up, I am anxiously waiting to see what could possibly happen to top last year. Or the year before.
